Do me a favor sir. If it’s raining, and it has been raining, all day, try your hardest not to wear that wool sweater you wore tonight. And if you must, if it’s just the only thing not lying damp in the washer, could you maybe not sit across the aisle from me at the lecture that lasts too long? Cause see it was raining today, and you knew it was raining, but you wore that wool sweater anyway. And dear God you smell like a wet sheep. Oh but it was cold today, you complain. Then what’s with the jogging shorts? Huh, guy? Please. I know you’re an artist and all that, and I’m not asking you to be normal, just aromatically boring for an evening. Thank you.